Deja'sDisasters

The cleaners find them in an absolutely pitiful state.

Rudo was clinging to Tamsy as though someone were going to take him away. Tamsy was curled around Rudo as though, if he really tried hard enough, he could shield Rudo away from the rest of the world. There was an ardent desperation in it that was almost unexpectedly intense, but that wasn’t at all the strange part about it. Their chests both heaved to the unsteady rhythm of their sobs, and Tamsy kept hiccuping out breathy laughter he couldn’t seem to control, looking more and more pained the longer it kept going on. They whispered between each other under their breaths, hushed but not hushed enough to conceal the contents of their frenzied conversation. 

“I hate you— I hate you— I’m gonna kill you!— Die!— I’m gonna— I’m gonna kill you—!”

“— That’s fine— that’s fine— Whatever you want— I’m okay with dying— it’s fine— it’s okay—” 

Their voices stuttered over the same string, a broken record going back and forth, back and forth. It was all delirium, and too intense for the type of mission they were on, even if they suffered major injuries. Both of them should have been fine with medical help close by, if not a bit worse for wear, so why—?

Rudo’s head raised up from where it had been tucked into Tamsy’s shoulder, hugging him tighter at the sight of everyone else, if that was even possible. His mouth was covered in blood, and under the torn shoulder of Tamsy’s uniform, it looked as though he’d been damn near mauled. 

Cannibalism. Rudo had become a cannibal. He had drank someone else’s blood. Evidently, neither of them had been ready for the strength of the tie it had created between them. Even then the sight in front of them didn't make sense— they should have at least looked somewhat happy about it, under most circumstances. As it stood, they just looked broken and terrified. 

They really couldn’t afford to dwell on it. Tamsy’s wound was still bleeding somewhat heavily after all, and when they pried them apart they saw that however much blood Rudo had drank from him, it wasn’t enough to heal the gash Rudo had acquired himself. They needed medical attention desperately, and they couldn't get it if they stayed tangled and clinging to each other so wretchedly.

Separating them was dreadful beyond belief. The sounds they made almost didn’t sound human, begging and pleading and thrashing no matter how they tried talking them down. It was violent and messy, and it only stopped when they both passed out from their injuries.